I may or may not be an "adult"...

...in that weekends like this one make me do smiles.

Not that last weekend wasn't a blasty-blast, because it was. And it was drunken, and it was all my college self dreamed my post-grade life would be ~ still cool with a touch of alcoholism.

But this weekend, we relaxed and cleaned and cooked and wore pajamas a lot. And as ashamed as I am to admit it, it made my little heart go pitta-patta.

Actually, my weekend kinda sorta started on Thursday night, because I had a blate with two amaaaaazing fellow Charlotte bloggers! Y'all saw where I met Shug {Beth} a couple weeks ago and took exactly zero pictures, but this time we remembered to awkwardly ask the hostess to take one so there's proof we both exist and aren't Catfishin' each other. {Shug's on the right}

And in case you're wondering who the other adorable chica is, that's Meredith and she's engaged and we got to talk wedding for basically the whole meal, and it made me sappy-happy  :)

I was just a weeeee excited pre-blate.

And so now back to our regularly scheduled programming about a boring married couple... 

Ya see, sometimes Glenn and I do have big weekend events on the books, and this weekend was supposed to be filled with some of 'em. Friday night we were gonna go out with some friends to a Brazilian steakhouse downtown {I get feeeeesh, duh} where we'd eat our body weight in food and go home complaining that we're so full and act like total bitches even though Mom always said there's starving kids in Africa.

Excepppppt, the Weather Channel had his own plans. A-hole.

ughhh,fuckmesideways.

So neato. And if you know the South, you know that down here we don't know jack-shit about driving in snow flurries, let alone ice and sleet. Being a former Yank {Have I mentioned how glad I am I converted him? It might be the proudest moment of my life.}, Glenn knew he could drive in it, but he didn't trust the other people on the road who would be on their way to Food Lion for milk, bread, eggs, and lantern batteries. 

On that note, why are these the things we stock up on when we think there'll be snow? THE POWER IS GONNA GO OFF, THEREFORE DISABLING YOUR FRIDGEDAIRE. 

So instead, our Friday night was this+a movie.

Have I mentioned that I don't even like pizza, I just like the toppings? For real, give me a slice of cheese pizza and I'll happily pass, but give me anything covered in a weird assortment of veggies, and it's like I'm now the starving kid in Africa, all scarfy-nommy.

Our Saturday was equally exciting in that Glenn went to the bar to get dinner and beers, while I went to Target and did grocery shopping {aka - spent my whole paycheck on toiletries I don't need}. Really, we party harder than Katy Perry in a relationship with pre-yoga Russell Brand.

It was exciting that apparently the staff at Buffalo Wild Wings now knows Glenn, meaning by association they know me, meaning by association I might get free beers.

He gets many more candy canes than Gretchen Wieners.

Y'all, tipping well is just the right thing to do. I was raised to tip well, as was Glenn, and as a couple we are always very generous to our servers when we go out to eat. Really, I will gladly tip you 35% or more. Unless of course you're in the foulest of moods, treat me like a nuisance when I ask for silverware {how dare I not want to eat my mashed potatoes with my fingertips}, and I suspect your may or may not have dipped the tip of your wiener in my fettucine alfredo.

In that case, you might get -7% and also a little present in the mail from me.

Oh look, honey, it's MICROWAVEABLE! Thank heavens for modern conveniences.
Also, this makes me hate the world.

Seriously, people, this is a thing. On the grocery store shelf. Two miles from my house. Comforting.

This post is going nowhere besides the fact that I feel you truly care about my boring weekends, as well as me opening your eyes to things like alfredo-sauce-dipped wiener and spotted dick sponge pudding. Excuse me while I clean up my projectile vomit.

But, I'd bet your bottom dollar this is the only post today in which you'll find those two lovely subjects.

Snaps for me.

And snaps for you if you can count the number of times this post says "wiener." It's a true phenomenon they've allowed me to keep this blog public.

P.S. ~ Big things are happening on the bloggy blog this week, so y'all come back now, yahear?